Now let our voices join
To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims in Jehovah’s ways,
With music pass along.
The flow’rs of Paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
See Salem’s golden spires
In beauteous prospects rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.
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